Just to keep you cool cats up to date on what's going on in my head I'd like to let you all know that I'm waxxing crazy. The energetic sort of crazy. Fuck. So many kinds of not getting to sleep at a decent hour tonight. Fuck.
You know what, I fucking hate the Ramones, and I like Avril Lavigne and could still sing along to the fucking Spice Girls. You gonna do anything about it? Huh?
On a more serious note, what did people structure their personalities around before musical preference became the caste system of the post modern child? Sports? Alma Mater?
I really don't understand the music thing. Why should your musical preferences be such a deep statement about 'Like, who I am, man, Like, as a person. Like, this new band, man, they've got a fucking talking armadillo as their frontman, man, and like, the fucking bassist also plays ocarina, at the same time. It's such an insight into the depths of my soul'.
Seriously, honestly, I couldn't give two shits about what music you listen too. I just don't care, unless we're on a road trip and you're pumping something entirely atonal at an excessive volume. Fuck your choice in music. Fuck what you wear, while we're at it. What's your opinion on the personhood of a hypothetical machine intelligence? Where do you stand on abortion, practically, politically, and morally? What God do you follow? Why?
I don't care that 'Three Random Nouns' just broke up again for the second time this month, or that 'Phrase That Sounds Deep' is releasing another soul chilling panoply of orgasmic audio arangements that is more or less indistinguishable from the rest of the genre. There is more to life than this. Seriously. Read a fucking book, you wanks.
Tell me about you. Tell me who you are, and why, and how that influences the world around you. And don't change the subject.
You know what, I fucking hate the Ramones, and I like Avril Lavigne and could still sing along to the fucking Spice Girls. You gonna do anything about it? Huh?
On a more serious note, what did people structure their personalities around before musical preference became the caste system of the post modern child? Sports? Alma Mater?
I really don't understand the music thing. Why should your musical preferences be such a deep statement about 'Like, who I am, man, Like, as a person. Like, this new band, man, they've got a fucking talking armadillo as their frontman, man, and like, the fucking bassist also plays ocarina, at the same time. It's such an insight into the depths of my soul'.
Seriously, honestly, I couldn't give two shits about what music you listen too. I just don't care, unless we're on a road trip and you're pumping something entirely atonal at an excessive volume. Fuck your choice in music. Fuck what you wear, while we're at it. What's your opinion on the personhood of a hypothetical machine intelligence? Where do you stand on abortion, practically, politically, and morally? What God do you follow? Why?
I don't care that 'Three Random Nouns' just broke up again for the second time this month, or that 'Phrase That Sounds Deep' is releasing another soul chilling panoply of orgasmic audio arangements that is more or less indistinguishable from the rest of the genre. There is more to life than this. Seriously. Read a fucking book, you wanks.
Tell me about you. Tell me who you are, and why, and how that influences the world around you. And don't change the subject.
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